Life in Increments
A Poem
We used to read.
We used to write,
we used to breathe,
we used to measure
the light so carefully,
with our focused eyes,
no wayward glance to tear us
away from our moments.
Chop it, cut it, slice it up.
Don’t waste my time.
Entertain me.
I'll give it five seconds, then I'm gone.
What a hellish prison,
who ever made this decision
to live life in five second
increments? What a small cell
to serve our life sentence.
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